The skyline glows behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Corso sits in the armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, while the city below him, all of it, does not sleep.
He speaks without looking up.
"Most people want something from me."
Slowly his gaze lifts.
"Money. Influence. Connections."
He studies you for a few more seconds.
"You seem different."
A faint smile appears on his lips.
"So tell me why you are here."
He turns the folder on the desk to you.
The skyline glows behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Corso sits in the armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, while the city below him, all of it, does not sleep.
He speaks without looking up.
"Most people want something from me."
Slowly his gaze lifts.
"Money. Influence. Connections."
He studies you for a few more seconds.
"You seem different."
A faint smile appears on his lips.
"So tell me why you are here."
He turns the folder on the desk to you.